Page 81 of Born into Madness
I grab her hand and kiss the palm of it. “I’m always here,krovinka. For you, I’m always here.”
She gives me another smile as I lean back down and start to kiss my way up her body. I let my chest drag along her pussy, because I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted us both covered in her blood.
My lips graze the delicate skin of her stomach. Such a vulnerable spot on a person, so easy to stab someone here and cause irreversible damage and so much pain. I nip at the skin above her belly button and travel higher, groaning at the feel of her slippery pussy hitting my abs as I run my tongue along the underside of her breast.
Her sweet voice moans my name when I trace the length of her rib before licking up her sternum. I know exactly what it would look like to break the fragile bone, to dig inside with a long blade and remove the heart and lungs, but all Cyn will ever feel from me is this—my mouth on her, leaving a trail of soft kisses. I may be covering her in blood, but I haven’t hurt her, and I never will.
Sliding a hand between us, I cup her pussy, sliding two fingers in deep without any warning, causing her to gasp and arch into my touch. Period sex may not have been anything she ever thought about, but her body’s reaction makes it very clear she’s into it, and that alone is enough to make me feel a warmth in my chest, something that only Cyn is capable of doing.
Pulling my hand free, I bring it up and run my wet fingers over her breast, coloring her skin red. When I drag my finger over her taut nipple, she hooks her leg over mine and rocks her hips up again.
“So fucking beautiful.” I smear the glistening blood and arousal around and then fill my hand with her, massaging her full tit while my thumb teases her nipple. “You are stunning, Cyn, every single inch of you is my idea of perfection, like youwere made just for me.” I murmur the words, the closest thing to a prayer that will ever escape my lips, and then I suck the blood from her nipple, groaning when I feel her heel dig into my thigh as she uses me for leverage, grinding against me as her need outweighs any apprehension she may have had about such a filthy first time.
I give her a gentle bite, just hard enough to pull another cute mewling sound from her before letting go and kissing my way up her chest. Her body is the only one I’ve ever explored for the purpose of bringing pleasure instead of pain, and I map it out in my mind just like I would a kill, but instead of imagining all the ways I could end her life, I think about all the places that will bring her ecstasy. Instead of a sharp stab to the crook of her neck, I use my tongue and lick the spot where the tendon meets bone. I kiss the carotid artery I know so well, savoring the feel of her heart beating so steady and strong and never wanting it to stop. I don’t ever want to hear the last breath escape her lungs. I don’t want to witness the moment her heart stops and all life leaves her body because the thought of surviving after she’s gone is not an option.
It would be the end of me.
My lips kiss a trail up her throat and along her jaw before finally capturing her mouth with mine. I thought she might shy away from kissing me since I’m still covered in her blood, but she doesn’t. She threads her hands into my hair, pulling me closer and opening wider so she can delve in deeper. I groan at the feel of her tongue running over mine, at the hunger in her kiss and the way she’s trying like hell to dominate me. It’s fruitless, but her attempt is sexy all the same.
Breathless, I lift up just enough so I can speak. Her beautiful red hair fans out around us, and I can’t resist fisting it in my hand, marveling at how soft it is against my skin.
“I’d ask if you’re ready to be mine, but you already are, my little Cyn. You have been since the night my dog decided he’d rather take your treat than rip your throat out. He was a goner for you the second he saw you, just like I was.”
Her smile is sweet, but her green eyes are all ravenous need when she caresses my face and neck, curious little fingers that can’t stop touching me. I settle between her legs, having to scrunch up quite a bit because she’s so much shorter than me. Another position might be easier, but I want her like this for our first time. I want to be able to see her face when I slide into her.
When the head of my cock presses against her slit, she grips my shoulders and gives me a frightened look that makes me want to slam into her. My monster might be tamed by her, but it’s still there. It still likes the fear in her eyes but only because it’s one born of trust. She’s scared, but she’s not running because beneath the fear is a belief that I’ll never hurt her. It’s a gift she’s giving me, and I’ll make damn sure she never regrets it.
“Promise you’ll go slow,” she whispers, and the words both break and fill my heart. So much fear and trust in what she’s asking.
I cup her face and drag my thumb slowly over her lips before pushing inside, breaching her mouth right as the head of my cock parts her other set of lips. Her body instantly tenses, squeezing the tip of me in a way that sends a shiver of pure ecstasy down my spine.
“I’ll go as slow as you need me to,krovinka.” I rock my hips again, sliding in just a bit more, wanting to bury myself to the hilt but also wanting to make this last forever. She sucks my thumb, biting down when I push in harder. My eyes stay locked on hers when I thrust my hips, spreading her wider than she’s ever been and feeling the resistance of her body and then the slight give as she takes me in.
Her green eyes widen from the sharp sting of pain, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. She keeps watching me while she sucks my thumb and I bury myself fully inside her. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me is unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s a thousand times better than I imagined it would be, and I’m overwhelmed by it. Needing a few seconds before I can speak, I slowly slide my thumb from her mouth and kiss her. My hips are still, our bodies as closely linked as any two can be, and I kiss her while we stay locked together.
“Krovinkameansblood of my blood,” I whisper against her lips. “It can also meanlittle blood drop, but what it really means is that you are mine. It means it’s my blood running through your veins just like it’s yours running through mine. You and I are the same, my little Cyn. We are a part of each other, and nothing will ever tear us apart.”
“That’s really sweet, Sasha,” she whispers back, sounding like she’s close to tears. One of her hands cups my face as she looks up at me. “I know you don’t feel things like everyone else does, but I’m a pretty emotional person, and I can’t hide that very well.”
“I don’t want you to hide anything from me.”
“Good.” She grins up at me and says, “Because I really love you, Sasha Melnikov, and I want to be able to say it whenever I want.”
She effortlessly pulls another full smile from me, and as I look down at her, it’s easy to say, “I love you, Cyn.”
When she hears me tell her I love her, her eyes grow watery and her bottom lip trembles.
“I love that it means so much to you to hear me say it,krovinka, but I can’t fuck you while you’re sobbing.”
Her laugh is quickly cut off when I move my hips and she feels me move inside her. The wince she gives makes my cock twitch, and when she raises a brow at me, all I can do is grinand say, “Sorry, sweetheart, but you wincing at my size is always going to cause that reaction.”
She smiles at the term of endearment and palms the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “I think I’m always going to wince when you’re inside me.”
“I sincerely hope so, Cyn.”
When I slowly pull out of her just so I can slide back in, she closes her eyes, clinging to me as I rock into her again. She’s so fucking slippery and knowing her arousal is just part of that is driving me crazy. I wait until I feel her body relax even more, when I know the pleasure is replacing the pain for her, and when I can’t wait a second longer, I lift up so I can look at where we’re joined.
“Goddamn,” I growl when I see my bloody cock fucking her in a steady rhythm that has us both trembling with the need for more. Even though I’m coated and slick with her arousal and blood, I can still see the three letters of her name marking my skin. I watch her name disappear in and out of her, hypnotized by the sight of it, and when I bring my hand lower and start to rub her clit, she moans my name and rocks her hips, meeting my thrusts with an eagerness that threatens to undo me.
